You say that fate is the reason why we met,
why we fell for each other, why we love.
I believe the separation was more fateful than anything.
I could never say that I never desired to be with you, see my future with you.
But as the lies increased, the meaning of the bond decreased.
You wanted me to be taken by you,
always and forever, but what we had was more so a game of play pretend.
Every time I decided to create the distance and seek something better,
that was when you made the existence of us suddenly appear.
The longer I stayed, the more your empty promises and make believe stories
seemed to become a routine and lacked genuinity.
The good you swore you did was foreign and unknown.
I had enough of the emotional roller coaster I chose to stay on.
The idea of my heart breaking is simply tiring.
So instead of beating around the bush,
I had to let you know that I had to do what was best for me.
You began searching for ways to get me back
when you realized that I was gone for good and doing better without you.
Trying to give my leaving your own meaning is still your way of coping.
The separation was fate.
I can't tell you if it's temporary or permanent.
For now, distance is necessary.
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